I asked if Frederick or Anne were there. “No.”
“Any message?” “Yes.”
“For whom?” “Broth ...,” trailing off again. This several times. “Brother?” “Yes.”
“Where?” “Albany.”
“His name?” “James.”
“James M——?” “No.” This was confusing.
“Where?” Beginning apparently with U, the writing trailed off. Finally made out “United ...,” but no more. Then I remembered that Mary K.’s only brother was killed in an accident, years before she went over herself. I said so, and the thing began making loops. That used to be planchette’s way of laughing at me.
“Why did you say that?” “Joke.” This was not at all like Mary K. She had a fine mind and was not given to buffoonery. I have since thought that she might have been trying to get over a message to some other person’s brother.[2]
“... Can you get word from Frederick Gaylord?” “Yes.”[3]